First one in, last one out...

Today was a day of adjustment, as our worn and wearied minds attempted to grasp the fact that our seminar papers were finished; one more small paper due next week, and then we are ABE (all but exams). As Scott put it, the stress and business of schoolwork tends to last longer than the reality, like ghost pain.
Phil and I had made plans (later joined by a few others) to cook breakfast for our brothers and sisters in arms in celebration, so this morning I rose early while the house were asleep (you know, like the Folgers commercial) to begin. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, home fries, and various other culinary delights--including my Dad's famous biscuits, made from a secret family recipe steeped in arcane, dark arts from the depths of rural Georgia--were enjoyed by all. I would do it every day really, if it were not logistically and chronologically prohibitive.
Tonight Kate was introduced to the brilliance of Woody Allen's Annie Hall; if you have not seen this movie, then you...really...ought to. See it. (Sorry, I got nothing) I can remember my dad raving about it for a while, but I was skeptical, thinking it would be difficult to handle two hours of Woody Allen without the annoyance driving me to try to slit my wrists with that little plastic cover that holds the batteries in the remote control. It is, however, an amazing film.
Tomorrow, a trip to London and the Imperial War Museum. (John, I am going to try to sneak out some ordinance for you, or at least a piece of a Spitfire or something)
This Saturday is Revenge of the Open Mike Night. I will be doing a monologue (two actually) from Shakespeare's Henry V, specifically the St. Crispian's Day speech, and "Once more into the breach, dear friends." Of course, I only picked them out and started memorizing this evening, so...*nervous laugh*...right.
Speaking of which, to my Cornerstone family, I will also be in Willows when I get back, so you will have at least one more chance to see me prance about and "act."

Grace be with you all,
Brian